Tag: words
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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Psyber
Shock ignites the breaker board Awakened at midnight, his impatient nixsynthesis His fixtures enable him to realise the past Smudges along the windows, barely discernible He tends toward the room’s left-hand side Souls snared by bright blazes; his cyclopean camera’s aperture repeeling itself like a cyborg orange Gently tracing a blood stained lintel, his fingers…
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Blockers
Reality blinker headphones sounding hypnotics, voodoos Reviewing astrological charts Wondering whether to attend a techno gig, As if we didn’t kill God and eat his corpse, As if we never ovened anyone at all, It’s as if nobody has read Yeats’ Second Coming Keep a bible in a freezer for a week then use it…
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Automatonsure
A buzzing fly distracts your private grief How irksome and vexing Not vexing enough to stir you Silent, the nanotechnology scans and analyses your apartment Its sophisticated mind a dervish prayer of vectors Sigillike circuitboard alive with dragon energy, jolting the wires Reject the world like the Irish church rejected the roman haircut Ejectors injectors…
Alchemisland 